A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Over there, the maid who believed in Avdormir was still thinking about it, lamenting and heartbroken because of the 'hopeless, heartbreaking love'.

Here, Garlan, who had realized that there was no need to hide Heimos, was vomiting in his heart.

It was obvious that Heimos often came to see him at night. Whether it was Lady Tapti or other maids, they were already used to it. It wouldn't be a big deal even if the maid saw Heimos, but why was he so nervous at that time? Awesome, he hurriedly pushed Heimos into the flowers?

It was made as if they were having a private meeting with no one in sight.

…

Pooh!

What kind of private meeting? He would never have any private meeting with Heimos in his life!

While Gallan was thinking so unhappily, he turned around and looked behind him.

Heymos was sitting among the flowers, with no nervous expression on his face. Instead, when Garlan looked at him, he gave him a smile.

Then, he stretched out his hand to Garlan. It looked like he wouldn't get up if Garlan didn't hold him back.

The handsome young man sat among the lavender hyacinth flowers, and the starlight fell into his bright golden-red pupils, like gems glowing in the dark night.

Even the posture of sitting on the ground and the movement of reaching out to Garlan gave people a lazy and beautiful feeling.

Garlan stared at the hand stretched out to him for a long time without moving.

But he did not move, and neither did Heimos.

That hand just hung in the air stubbornly, and Heimos' eyes were staring straight at Garlan.

Obviously, if Garlan didn't do something, Heimos really didn't plan to get up.

...This guy is cheating.

Garlan was both funny and angry, but based on his understanding of Heimos, if he turned around and left now, Heimos could really stubbornly sit here all night until dawn.

When Tapti and the other maids come out...

Garlan couldn't imagine the commotion that would occur.

He sighed slightly, reached out and grabbed Heimos' hand, and pulled hard.

When Heimos saw the situation, he stopped and stopped holding Joe. He followed his strength and stood up.

Garlan decisively opened his mouth to chase people away.

"It's very late. I need to rest. Please go back quickly."

"good."

Heimos agreed so simply that Gallan was a little surprised.

He raised his face and looked at Heimos doubtfully, trying to see if Heimos was planning something else.

Huymos was indeed up to something.

The moment Garlan looked up at him, he seized the opportunity and quickly lowered his head.

Before Gallan could react, his lips had already fallen on the soft blond hair of Gallan's forehead.

He kissed Garlan's forehead gently.

It was the same action as the boy kissing his forehead in the pool in the afternoon.

However, compared to Gallan's kiss that was full of apology and comfort, his kiss at this moment was more gentle. His eyes looking at the young man in front of him were full of nostalgia.

Then, without waiting for Gallan to speak, he simply turned around and left.

By the time Garlan shouted his name angrily, Heimos had already walked away.

Garlan stood there, watching blankly as the figure lightly jumped onto the wall and then disappeared into the night.

The guy ran so fast that he couldn't even get angry.

In the end, I could only let out a long sigh.

By the way, doesn’t this guy have a very high self-esteem?

Tapti said that he would give up after being rejected once, but Heimos had been rejected by him so many times, and he still wanted to hold on to him...

Um?

Speaking of which, how many times had he rejected Heimos?

If you count from childhood...

Garlan subconsciously looked to the other side of the courtyard, where the tall fountain statue of the goddess Isdar stood.

At that time, Heimos, who was still a young man, told him there that he would protect him and guard him for the rest of his life. However, remembering that he was poisoned by Heimos under the fountain, he pushed him away mercilessly. Heimos.

However, Heimos was very arrogant when he was a boy. After being rejected by him, he stayed away from him.

If he hadn't dreamed the truth because of the subsequent fire incident, maybe he and Heimos would have parted ways after that rejection, and their relationship would have been very cold when they grew up...

Then at the celebration banquet after escorting the Tasda delegation back, Heimos found him who had climbed to the top of the mountain to enjoy the breeze because he was a little drunk.

At that time, he thought Heimos was going to push him off the top of the mountain. He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and drank so much that he woke up. After all, he suddenly remembered that in one life, he was in the attic on the top of the mountain. He was pushed down by Heimos and fell to death.

He thought he was going to make the same mistake again... but unexpectedly, Heimos suddenly kissed him forcefully and expressed his love to him.

He was completely shocked at that time.

Speaking of which, Heimos is much more difficult to fool when he grows up than when he was a boy, and he is not so easy to refuse...

Finally, this time, at the place where he was nailed to the city wall with a sword in his previous life, he thought Heimos had remembered what happened in previous lives, and regained his hatred for him, feeling nervous and nervous. It's sad...

…………

Um?

Garlan thought about it, and suddenly felt something was a little strange.

Thinking about it more carefully, he reacted instantly.

It's not an illusion, it's really weird.

Every time Heimos confessed to him, he would remember the scene of being killed by him, because they were exactly at the place where he was killed.

Garlan: "..."

My mood suddenly became complicated.

...coincidence?

Every time he was wooed by the person who killed him in the same place where he was killed last time, the last time, the last time he was killed, he felt very tired.

I really don’t know whether this is his bad luck or Heymos’ bad luck...

…………

After being interrupted by the maid, Garlan failed to reject what Heimos said, so it seemed that they had reached an agreement inexplicably.

When Garlan mentioned it again later, Heimos looked at him and said that he did not refuse that night, but he acquiesced to what he said. But now Gallan suddenly regretted it. This was wrong.

Garlan: "..."

Suddenly I wanted to trouble the maid who interrupted me.

No, it's not right to vent your anger like this.

In the final analysis, Heimos was playing rogue.

In short, whenever he opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, Heimos had only one attitude: I won't listen, I won't listen.

Forget it, what made Garlan angry the most was that Heimos didn't know what attribute he had awakened, so he started sneaking into his palace to look for him every now and then at night.

But he didn't do anything, just talk to him, or play a few games of Urul chess, or talk about government affairs or even military matters. Even if Garlan asked Heimos about the Northern Army, Heimos would never hide it and would tell him frankly.

The most she could do was hold his hand and look at him with bright eyes.

"For these things, you can come to me during the day, right?"

After more than ten days like this, when he was almost bumped into by a maid on night watch again, Garlan finally couldn't bear to ask this question.

What's wrong with Heimos? You could come to him openly and openly, but you had to come to see him secretly late at night, and you had to hide from others, making it seem like they were doing something shameful.

As a result, every time someone came over, he would become inexplicably nervous.

In the night, Heimos and Garlan sat side by side by the pool.

Hearing Garlan's words, he turned his head, with a smile in his golden-red eyes.

He said: "Don't you think this kind of late-night tryst is more exciting and can break through the emotional barriers better?"

Garlan: "..."

What a fart late night tryst, what a fart to break through the emotional barriers, do you think this is Juliet and Romeo?

The young man was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

"and……"

"What?"

Garlan looked at him angrily.

Heimos turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly curved.

Under the silent night sky, the starry sky fell on the water of the pool, and the fine silver brilliance swayed on the water, refracting onto the beautiful side cheeks.

He stretched out his hand to hold the young man's hand beside him and said, "When I tell you my love, are you sure you want others to listen?"

Garlan was startled, and then his cheeks turned a little red.

Even though his face was a little hot, he still retorted unconvinced.

"You also know that your feelings are wrong and cannot be known to others."

"I don't think my feelings are wrong, and it doesn't matter if I let others know. I can tell you my crush on you on any occasion, at any time, in front of everyone."

Still holding Garlan's hand, Heimos' eyes didn't dodge in the slightest.

He said, "But you don't want to, right?"

"Well……"

"You don't want to, so I won't do it."

Heimos lowered his head.

In the cool night breeze, his warm lips gently fell on the white back of the hand he was holding.

"I won't do anything to embarrass you," he said.

Garlan pursed his lips, as if hesitating.

He lowered his eyes, and the ends of his slender eyelashes seemed to move slightly in the wind.

He didn't say anything in the end, but he didn't break away from the hand held by Heimos.

…………

It was late at night, and the whole palace became quiet, and most of the lights had been extinguished. Only the lights in the corridors and roads were still on.

Jumping skillfully from the high wall of Garlan Palace, Heimos quickly left along the remote path at the corner of the wall.

Soon, Garlan's palace disappeared behind him.

After he walked for a while, when he reached the depths of the secluded garden path, Heimos suddenly stopped.

The moonlight shines on the gravel path, illuminating this quiet grove.

"Are you going to follow me until I go back?"

He spoke to the deserted grove.

As soon as Heimos finished speaking, someone stood up from behind a thick tree trunk.

The man walked out of the shadows and walked up to Heimos.

The moonlight shines on the man's face, and the golden hair reflects the light moonlight. On that face, the dark eye patch covering one side of the cheek is extremely conspicuous.

"Your Highness Heimos, can I ask you a question?"

Kayhos stood on the opposite side, looking at Heimos calmly.

"You ask."

"...When did you develop such ulterior motives for the prince?!"

As soon as these words fell, the one-eyed knight's originally calm expression suddenly changed.

With a clang, the sharp blade on his waist was unsheathed, sliding through a snow-white arc in the dark night, with the tip of the sword pointed at Heimos on the opposite side.

His green eyes stared at Heimos, and at this moment, his gaze was like the blade of a sword in his hand, extremely sharp.

A rage boiled violently in Kehos's chest.

Although he had vaguely felt that Heimos had a special affection for the prince and treated the prince more special than anyone else, he never expected that Heimos actually had such thoughts for the prince.

"have no idea."

Cayjos sneered.

"You don't dare to answer, do you?"

"...I mean, I don't know."

Heimos answered calmly, raised his hand, and pulled out the sharp sword at his waist.

He himself didn't know when exactly he placed Garlan in the softest place in his heart.

He originally thought that he was cold-hearted and might not fall in love with anyone in his life, but later he realized that he had been deeply infatuated with someone.

Kayhos took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Maybe your feelings are not hypocritical..."

Even though he was extremely angry about this matter, he had to admit that Heimos's feelings for the prince were probably true.

He could tell.

He knew what it looked like to be deeply in love with someone.

"But I can also see that the prince does not have the same thoughts about you."

"Your Highness Heymos, you should know how much obstacles you will face together. The prince is already the crown prince and will become the king of this country in the future. If he chooses to be with you, it will be an extremely difficult and even difficult journey. A path of pain.”

Kehos stared directly at Heimos, the sword in his hand still pointed at Heimos.

"If that is the prince's choice, and he is willing to choose you and go on that difficult road, I will follow his will."

The one-eyed knight shook his head slightly.

"But not yet. The prince is still young. He has not fallen in love with anyone, nor you. He has better choices and easier paths."

"As his guardian knight, I have the responsibility to protect him and help him stay away from that difficult road."

He said,

"So, I'm sorry, His Highness Heimos, but you must give up the prince."

Heimos' expression was very calm, but the sword in his hand was already raised.

"No one can make me give up on him."

He said, his tone was calm, but more firm than anything else.

"Even Aaron Landis' Gods."

"...That's fine."

Caihos exhaled softly, and the muscles in his arms tightened little by little.

He stood there, bowing slightly, and his whole body was ready to go, and the overwhelming fighting spirit was already faintly emanating from his body.

"'Knight of the Burning Sun'...and, 'Black Knight of Hell'..."

"Perhaps this is the will of the gods. You and I are destined to have this battle."

The moment he finished his last sentence, the tall body of the blond knight attacked Heimos like a wild leopard with a speed that was inconsistent with his size.

There was a crisp sound.

Sparks flew.

The two sharp swords crossed and collided hard.

The sparks caused by the friction between the sharp sword blades suddenly exploded in the dark night.

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